With swift impetuosity he untied the scarf and whipped it from Ma"s waist. "Watch me now and you"ll see I"m right." With his penknife he cut the threads that held the chiffon streamer in place and removed it.
"_Voila_! Even so little, and we see an adorable motherly person, richly but unostentatiously gowned. Don"t you agree with me?"
Without pausing for an answer, he wheeled upon the daughter and drew her into the range of a pier gla.s.s. "Now close your eyes and keep them closed." Around Allie"s hips he flung the scarf, drew it snug and smooth, then knotted it. Next he s.n.a.t.c.hed the length of chiffon and bound it about her head. His touch was deft and certain; a moment and it had been fashioned to suit him. Then he stood back and eyed the _tout ensemble._
"Gorgeous!" he cried, genuinely enthusiastic. "That was the touch. I defy any costumer to better it. Open your eyes, oh, gypsy princess! And what do you see?"
"It--it sort of makes a difference, doesn"t it?" Allie said. ""A _difference"!_" Gray flung aloft his hands in exaggerated despair.
"Heaven help me! I am inspired; I have a flash of genius, a divine impulse, and with a magic pa.s.s I work a miracle. I transform you from something somber, dark, morose, into a creature of life, of pa.s.sion, of allurement." He groaned. "And you stand there like a stalagmite. Why, girl, _look_ at yourself!"
"Darned if she don"t look like a pitcher I seen som"er"s--on an almanac," Gus declared.
"Aha! A man with a soul! A human being who sees beauty where I see it.
An artist with my fire!" Gray burst into infectious laughter, and the others joined him.
This proved to be an evening when people really did turn their heads as the Briskows were shown to their table, but for once Allie suffered no embarra.s.sment, for she felt sure they were looking at Calvin Gray, and in the shining glory of his presence she knew that she and her parents were invisible.
It was the sort of situation in which Gray appeared to best advantage, so he talked incessantly during the meal, and in a key that kept his companions unconscious of their surroundings. On their way out they pa.s.sed the entrance to the ballroom and paused to look in. The beat of the music swayed Allie unconsciously; then, before she knew it, Gray"s arm was around her waist and he was guiding her out upon the floor.
"Oh, n-no!" she gasped. She stumbled, but he drew her closer, saying:
"I"m proud of you, and I want you to show these people that you dance even better than you ride."
Allie rose to the challenge.
About midnight Calvin Gray strolled outdoors for a breath of fresh air before retiring. He glowed with the consciousness of a worthy deed well done. He had come to the Notch expecting to spend one night, but events of the last few hours had induced him to change his plans, and he now made up his mind to stay several days. He was burning to be back in the oil fields, to be sure; every hour away from them was an hour wasted, and although he told himself it was his feud that drew him, he knew better. As a matter of fact, when he thought of Texas it was of Wichita Falls, and when he visualized the latter place it was to picture a cottage with the paint off or a small office with the sign, "Tom and Bob Parker, Real Estate and Insurance."
He had been eagerly, selfishly, counting the hours until his return, but here, it seemed, was work to be done, a task that he alone could accomplish, and his decision to remain had been made final when Allie Briskow told him with tremulous earnestness that he had saved her life--when she confessed that she had intended to kill herself, and why.
Naturally Gray had put no faith in that wild declaration, nevertheless it was plain that the girl--that all three Briskows--needed a friend to guide them. He sighed with resignation, but reflected that, inasmuch as he had put his hand to the plow, he must turn the furrow. After all, he could well afford to spare a week to put that girl on the road to happiness.
CHAPTER XVI
From the day of their first meeting, Henry Nelson and Calvin Gray had clashed. No two people could be more different in disposition and temper, hence it was only natural that every characteristic, every action of the one should have aroused the other"s antagonism. Nelson was a cool, selfish, calculating plodder with little imagination and less originality; he thought in grooves. His was a splendid type of mind for a banker. He had but one weak point--_viz_., a villainous temper, a capacity for blind, vindictive rage--a weakness, truly, for a man who dealt in money--but a weakness that lent him a certain humanity and without which he would have been altogether too mechanical, too colorless, too efficient. Nature seldom errs by making supermen. A drab man, in many ways, Nelson was extraordinary mainly in this, that his mind followed straight, obvious channels, and that never, except under the urge of extreme pa.s.sion, did he depart from the strictly logical line of action. In this, of course, he was superior to the average person, who too frequently undertakes the unusual. Calvin Gray"s ebullience, his dash, his magnificence of demeanor, could be nothing less than an affront to such a man; Nelson could see in him only a pompous braggart, an empty, arrogant strutter.
Age and easy success had not improved the banker"s apoplectic turn of mind, hence Gray"s defiant declaration of war, his impudent a.s.surance that the recent misfortunes to the house of Nelson were the direct results of his own deliberate efforts, had proven almost unendurable.
In the first place, Nelson could not imagine a man making such a declaration; it was new to his entire experience and contrary to his code. It was unconservative, therefore it staggered him. It was, in fact, a phenomenon so unique as to leave him numb. He told himself that it must have been the act of a madman or a fool. Under no circ.u.mstances could he conceive of himself warning an enemy of his intentions; on the contrary, when he undertook to crush a rival he went about it slyly, secretly, in the only regular and proper way. As a matter of fact, it had come as a disagreeable surprise to learn that his former comrade at arms cherished any resentment whatever toward him, for he had thought his tracks were well covered.
What left the banker actually gasping, however, that which he came back to with unfailing astonishment, was Gray"s effrontery in coming to Wichita Falls to boast of his accomplishments. That bespoke such contempt, such supreme self-confidence in his ability to wreak further damage, that Nelson wanted to shout aloud his rage and his defiance.
Following the departure of his two callers on that day of the meeting in the bank, Nelson closed his desk and went home. He could work no more. For several days thereafter he was an unpleasant person to do business with.
On mature consideration, what amazed him as much as anything else was the fact that Gray had made good in so short a time and in such a big way. Evidently, however, it was only another story of a lucky break and an overnight fortune--a common occurrence these days. But it was doubly unfortunate under the circ.u.mstances, for already Nelson was carrying a load equal to his strength, and he told himself that he could not afford to be distracted, even temporarily, by the irresponsible actions of a maniac. One never could tell what a madman would do. And Gray had confessed himself a madman--a fanatic of the most dangerous type. There was but one course of action open--viz., to eliminate him, destroy him without delay. That was no easy task, even in these lawless times, but the stakes were too high to permit of half measures. There must be a way.
One would have to be careful, of course, not to put oneself too much in the power of unscrupulous people, and, alas! the world was full of unscrupulous people. It was a pity that people could be so unscrupulous as to take advantage of a bargain made in good faith. That was blackmail. However, the prestige of the Nelson name was great, the power of its money was potent, and Henry believed that he could protect himself from eventualities. After cautious deliberation he sent word to one of his men in the Ranger field that he wished to see him.
The man came promptly, and when he left Henry Nelson"s house after a conference he carried with him a perfectly clear idea why he had been sent for. This despite the fact that he had not been told in so many words. He knew, for instance, that a certain Calvin Gray had become a menace to his employers, so dangerous that it was worth to them a substantial fortune to be rid of him, and that while Henry Nelson could under no circ.u.mstances countenance anything illegal, anything savoring of violence, nevertheless if some accident should befall Gray, if some act of G.o.d should put an end to him, there would be no disposition on Henry"s part to question the divine origin of that calamity.
Furthermore, the speaker had made it plain that if Providence did take a hand in some such mysterious manner, he would then be in a position amply to reward his employee for many acts of loyalty that had apparently pa.s.sed unrecognized. For instance, profitable deals were forever coming up, new acreage was constantly being acquired, and it would be easy to carry a third party for an interest which was bound to make that third party rich.
All this was expressed with admirable vagueness, but the man understood.
So much accomplished, Nelson went to Dallas and there undertook to learn something about the size of Calvin Gray"s profits, who was behind him and the extent of their backing, and what his prospects were. He followed every avenue of information; he even went so far as to hire an investigator and send him north to look up Gray"s record and to follow his tracks as far back as possible. Nelson was reconnoitering behind the enemy"s lines and testing the strength of his position.
When he returned home Gray was gone, whither he could not learn. As the days pa.s.sed without further developments, Nelson began to believe that he had had a bad dream and that Gray had merely been talking to hear his own voice. He devoutly hoped that such would prove to be the case.
A time came, however, when his apprehensions were roused afresh, and it was Barbara Parker who rekindled them. She had come to the bank with an excellent proposition and was doing her best to sell it; in the course of her conversation she referred to Gray in a manner that gave Nelson cause for thought.
"I"ve looked this lease over," "Bob" was saying, "and I"ve seen the books. It has been producing a hundred and fifty barrels a day steadily. Production like that is cheap at a thousand dollars a barrel.
It is worth a hundred and fifty thousand dollars, Henry."
"Why is it offered for seventy-five?"
"Bob" shrugged. "How did a "boll weevil" like this Jackson ever make even a hundred-and-fifty-barrel well, in the first place? Where did he get the money to drill? He is sick of the game, I suppose, and would be satisfied to get his money back with a reasonable profit. It is a find, really."
"Looks so, for a fact. How did you get on to it, "Bob"?"
"Purely by chance. Through a man named Mallow, a "scientist" of some sort with a magic tester." The girl laughed.
"Don"t know him."
"Mallow is as queer as the rest of his kind, and I put no faith in his story until I investigated. But the well is there and doing a hundred and fifty barrels as regular as clockwork."
"You"ll have no trouble in selling it."
"Then you"re not interested?"
"Interested? Yes, indeed." Nelson nodded. "I"m quite excited, as a matter of fact, but--I can"t handle it at this particular time."
"Frankly, I"m glad you can"t," Barbara told him, "for now I can sell it to Mr. Gray."
"Gray?" Henry looked up quickly. "If you wanted it for him, why did you bring it to me?"
"Because Mr. Mallow insisted. He felt sure you"d jump at it. Besides, Mr. Gray is away and prompt action is necessary. I"ll wire him at once and ask him to accept my judgment."
"Will he do so?"
The girl colored faintly at the tone of this inquiry. "Perhaps. I think he believes in me, and--that"s more than you do. It"s mighty flattering to a girl to have a man like Mr. Gray believe in her. Why, I am practically his agent! He buys and sells through me whenever he can."
"He"s buying and selling, is he? He said something about entering this field in a big way--"
"He"s in." "Bob"s" eyes were sparkling. "Oh, things are looking up for dad and me. Mr. Gray is a real miracle man, isn"t he?" When this question evoked no response, the girl inquired, curiously, "Tell me, are you and he such good friends as he says you are?"
"Does he say we are good friends?"
"Um-m--well, he speaks admiringly of you, and if people admire me I _love_ them. He thinks you are a remarkably capable person. "A determined fighter," I think he called you. That should be high praise, coming from a fellow officer. He probably outlined his plans to you."
"He did." Nelson spoke dryly.